His greatest honour came after he was assigned to the Luna Wolves and the 63rd Expeditionary Fleet, when he was commissioned by CaptainHastur Sejanus to craft four silver rings, depicting the phases of the moon, to be worn by Sejanus and the three other members of the Mournival. At the same time, the silversmith was also commissioned by another Captain to craft the mold for a series of wolf medallions - a crude and insignificant task by comparison.

Moments ago, the Captain arrived, inspected the finished mold and pronounced it perfect... then crushed the silversmith's throat. Now, in the final moments of his life, the silversmith is aware of Captain Sejanus rushing to his side, overturning his worktable and inadvertently crushing one or more of the Mournival rings beneath his boot. Sejanus calls for medics, while urgently asking the silversmith who attacked him. With his last breath, the silversmith can only whisper the same words his killer said, when the silversmith chokingly asked why: "I can't say."